There's A Light On In Chicago ( .008 )

Lately I hopped from Patrick's bus to Justin's bus. Patrick's bus to Justin's bus. I really think I spend more time at Patrick's though. The next morning I went over to see how the hungover boys were doing. The bus was quiet, too quiet. For a moment I thought no one was there. But I looked around and noticed Justin laying in his bunk, his eyes closed but it was apparent he was awake. "Justin, why are you still sleeping?!"

"Sleeping?" he said hoarsely and slowly opened his eyes. "I can't even get up, Lacie."

"That's because you're hungover, Justin."

"It's more than that, Lacie."

"No, you were pretty drunk last night, Justin."

"Look, I know what I'm like when I'm hungover and today it's not that!"

I blinked and felt less agressive. He wasn't lying. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I feel like shit," said Justin, closing his eyes again and placing his hand on his forehead. I removed it and felt his forehead myself.

"Oh my God, you're hot."

"I always knew you thought so," he said grinning.

"Oh, of course." I smiled back. Neither of us said anything for a moment. "So...you're not playing today?"

He shook his head. "I want to...I need to. But I can't really do anything." He straightened his pillow in attempt to prove something and sat up against it.

"Justin-"

"Can you get my book?" He pointed to the table and I went to get it. I handed it to him and sat next to him on his bed. He sighed. "You should leave. I don't wanna get you sick."

"Don't worry," I said quietly. It was time to make up. I missed him more than I could ever express. "I, um...We need to talk."

"Oh my God, you're breaking up with me!" he said dramatically and sarcastically.

I laughed. "Shut up. Really. Are you still mad at me?"

He shrugged. "I'm just looking out for you, you know." I was about to resond but he started coughing hard into his arm. All I could do was place my hand over his in some kind of comfort. He really was sick.

"Oh, sweetheart...Do you need anything?" I asked as he calmed down.

He suddenly became very interested in the rip in the cover of his book, avoiding eye contact with me. "Just...stay with me."

That simply made me smile. "Of course," I whispered and laid down next to him. I could feel his greasey hair against mine, his warm skin against mine. He was pale - a strange contrast over his naturally tan skin. I weaved my fingers with his and laid both our hands over his chest.

"Lacie," he said quietly. "I'm sorry about last night. What I did was...really fucked up. I know an apology can't make up for-"

"Don't worry about it. I know you really are just looking out for me. You should sleep."

"And you've probably already caught all my yucky germs."

I laughed. "Probably. But I"m gonna stay with you. 'Cuz you asked me to." I held him closer.

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I woke up. Justin didn't. I watched him sleep for a couple minutes and brushed my fingers over his thick sideburns. I even kissed his warm forehead and he didn't wake up. I liked touching Justin and he liked it. Sometimes I wonder about us, if something's been there all along. But the more I think about it the more I realize how absurd it is. Me and Justin? I just don't see it.

Another day at the merch tents! It was hot out. Really hot. I went over there and realized that not just the girls I worked with were there, but the band as well. I felt a little nervous. I hadn't met Silverstein before. They seemed like cool guys. "Hey I really wanted to thank you personally for working for us these past couple days," the lead singer Shane told me. "Our merch chick quit and lately we've only had these two girls."

"Oh no problem!" I said excitedly. "Keeps me busy." I noticed a brown haired boy standing with his hands in his pockets. I recognized him but it took a second. Ah, the drummer. Wow, he was quite attractive.

"Well we gotta go set up," said Shane. "Thanks again." I watched the drummer shyly avoid looking at me and he was about to turn around with the rest of the guys but he came over to me.

"I'm Paul," he said with a smile. "I don't believe we've met."

"We haven't," I assured him and shook his hand. "I'm Lacie."

"Ah so you're the one in the middle of the famous feud with Justin Pierre."

"Not anymore. We made up this morning."

"Oh. Damn, I should get my gossip straight. Better talk to Pete Wentz."

I laughed. "I know what you mean."

"Well I should be going. I'll talk to you later, Lacie."

"Yeah. Talk to you later." I smiled at him before he turned around and followed the rest of his bandmates. The thing was though, as soon as Paul was well out of sight, I was still smiling.
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